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Star Crossed Lovers- by Crunch
I'm real sorry about the abridged shout outs this time around, folks. . . there were so many of you blessed people!
SparksdaNewsie- Oh, jeeze, I'm flattered and impressed! I would've quit after 15 minutes of reading me! Thanks so much, and keep up with the ramblings!
Doll Face- ah yes, I always appreciated good vocab use. Heck, if you thought that was sad. .. maybe this is a bad chapter to read. Ah well, read it anyways, I want your reviews. I'm just greedy like that. So Enjoy, ol' buddy!
Morning Dew- You're back! Yeah, I was startin' to miss you. Oh, oh jeeze, thanks so much! You rock beyond the telling of it, I swear. Oh yes, and awesome job on your new story, I loved it and one day I'll get around to reviewing. Here ya go!
Omniscient- *claps hands gleefully* an omnireview! An OMNIREVIEW! The best kind. Oh, I'm glad you think so, sometimes it's hard for me to tell if it's funny or . . . well, not funny. So this is a very good thing. Yes, that WOULD have been a sight to see. Ahh, bliss. Yes more wacky foreshadowing, I'm just a foreshadowing fool. Enjoy your dinner, and REVIEW!
Shortie- yes, yes, another chapter, be it a good thing or a bad thing. Oh, I live for reviews from my idolee! Oh, *wince* testing, yes that's a bugger. Oh, I love Race n Ruby, I really do. And I'm so tempted to listen to you when you beg me not to kill em. Sigh. Hehe, what are blueballs? It sounds funny. Well ofcourse she has a crush,who doesn't? *winks suggestively at a very disturbed little Race!muse* kill Lady? Well, she gets better, for a little while anyways, so I'll stick her out. Ok, I'll update if you do, and yes, give Baron a bitch-slap for me, will ya?
Misprint - missy, hmm a ferry ey ? the stories you tell. . . oh ofcourse, I mean who wouldn't withhold clothing. I'm with holding Race!muse's clothing right now, but that's a story for another day. Oh , little bugger, he stole them back. Drats. Oh, yes you vancouverites, lucky people. I'm embarassed, but it took me a while to remember where that was. Ahh well, thanks fr the adulation, now go update!
Rumor- yeah, I know what you mean, I read the script a few times, and I started getting all the ironies and perverted little jokes and the relationship stuff. .. my god the relationship stuff. It's a good read, Shakespeare. Oh, thank! Yes, I love that look. ..ah that's the part, right there! Thanks for the awesome review, keep em up! They're inspiring!
Jo- Oh, gosh jo, this is so the sweetest review I've ever read! I LOVLE you muchly! Oh, thankyou so much, I don't deserve it. And now I can't see the computer screen over my rapidly inflating ego.. This means so much to me, keep reading! *hug*
Deejay Supastar- oh, yes, an update. As in yesterday. I'm glad ya like it, keep reading!
Falco Conlon- Falco, you are THE most random reviewer I've ever met, and I luv ya for it! Ps thanks for feeding race!muse, he was getting hungry!
Oh yes, WARNING: there is one naughty word, but it was nessesary. Oh the horror. Just avert your eyes if it offends you.
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"Lady, slow down! What's dis all about?" Ruby clutched the blanket tighter as she stumbled down the staircase, her arm grasped tightly in Lady's picturesque hand. Huffing and puffing, she was glad for the rest as the girl ground to a stop, turning towards her with a self-satisfied grin.
"It's good news, Ruby!" She paused, noticing as Ruby's eyes flickered once again towards the rooftop. "Whatsa matta?"
"Hmm? Nothin, why?" Ruby forced a grin that melted as Lady awkwardly patted her shoulder. Odd, Lady wasn't usually this perseptive.
"I know, it's Baron, aint it. Youse still upset about dat hole t'ing, aint you?" The young girl shrugged, afraid to give herself away again. "Eh, we can't do nothin' for poor ol' Baron, all we can do is make da best of da situation, right?" Ruby tensed, sencing a train wreck coming. "It's a shame, an' whats worse is dat bum Racetrack's still alive an' kicken."
"Oh, right. I'd . . .I'd love ta get him alone in a room fah twen'y minutes. I tell ya dere's a few things I'd like ta do to him." Lady nodded, oblivious, and lurched forwards down the staircase once more, dragging Ruby behind her.
"Exactly. But you know what dey say, about silver linings an such."
"No, what do dey say?"
After a moment of careful consideration, not an easy thing for Lady to manage, she shrugged. "I dunno, dey say somethin'. But dat aint da point. Da point is, youse real lucky ta have a good friend like Spot ta look aftah you."
Ruby frowned, puzzled by the turn in conversation. "Yeah, Spot knows I love im. He's like me big brudder. But what's dat got ta do wid it?"
Once more, Lady stopped and turned mid step, flashing a radiant grin. "It's all settled. Dis Thursday, we's meetin' Frenchy at da church, ta get you hitched!"
"HITCHED!" Lady's jaw dropped at Ruby's crestfallen shriek. "I swear ta Gawd, I AINT getting' hitched!"
"But. . .b-but why?" She spluttered, stripped of her normal grace and composure.
"I. . .I just don't wanna. An if I did, it'd sooner be Racetrack den Frenchy!" Lady shook her head disparingly.
"Fine, tell it ta Spot. Bettah you den me, dat's all I gotta say."
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He was drunk. It was obvious by the sour stench of his breath, the way he swayed in place, the shift of his cobalt-gray eyes. It was obvious, but then again, it wasn't unusual. Spot was a fan of the bottle; this was common knowledge.
"'eya Ruby, hows it rollin?" he slurred. This WAS unusual - Spot was usually a very subtle drunk. 'He must be more smashed then normal', she reflected.
"It's goin' ok, Spot." Ruby tried staring him in the eye, which was difficult because he didn't seem to be focusing well, so as not to betray her nervousness. Spot wouldn't be that upset, she reasoned. She'd just explain calmly, before he heard of her decision from anyone else.
"She don't wanna marry Frenchy, Spot. I tried ta talk her inta it, but she jus' won't listen." Lady blurted to Ruby's dismay. Alright, onto plan B.
"She. . .she don't wanna marry 'im?" Ruby shuddered at the deathly calm in Spot's voice as he turned his gaze to her. "You don't want Frenchy? What he aint good enough fah you?"
"Spot. . .dat aint it. . ." she floundered as he approached her, growing more enraged with every staggered step.
"So yoah too good fah Frenchy. Does dat mean yoah too good fah any newsie? Too good fah me?"
"No - " grasping Ruby's thin shoulders, he slammed her into the unforgiving wall, bellowing as he head smacked against the bricks with a painful thud.
"Spot. . .are you crazy or somethin'?" Lady stepped forward in a rare show of protectiveness, egged on by a hovering Nanny, and tugged roughly at his arm. With out flinching, the drunk Brooklyn leader swatted his girlfriend aside, hardly noticing as she hit the floor.
"Your tellin' me dat me an my friends is too good for da liks a you, you spoiled li'l BRAT!"
"Leaver her alone!" Nanny rushed forwards to peel Spot off of a weeping Ruby. Surprisingly, he let himself be pushed away, though his cold eyes neve left the girl as she cowered besides her friend.
"Fine den." He spat venomously. "Do whatevah da Hell you want. But if you insult my friends, you insult me. So if you t'ink your too good fah Frenchy, den get out." Ruby gazed at him through her tears, shocked. "Get outta Brooklyn. I don't care where you go, or what you eat, or who you fuck. Just don't evah let me see you again." With a last contempuous glare, he turned and stalked out, slamming the door on the three shell- shocked girls behind him.
In the painful silence that followed, Ruby was the first to regain her voice. "Lady . . ." she whimpered, gazing desparately towards the girl in an undignified sprawl on the floor. "Lady, please. Get him ta change his mind. . .please. . ." she trailed off at the hard expression on Lady's reddened race.
"No. I'm outta this." Gathering herself up slowly, Lady regained her feet and limped nonchalantly towards the door. "Find someone else ta fight your battles."
Tearfully, Ruby turned towards her one true friend, and her last hope. "Nanny, what do I do? I don't know what ta do!"
Sighing in her motherly fassion, Nanny caressed the girl soothingly. "Maybe. . . maybe it's all for dah best, sweety." And with that, she followed her idol out of the room, leaving Ruby stunned into silence.
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Oh, dear, that was one unhappy chappy. Well, review anyay, I'm off to eat loads of chocolate.
I'm real sorry about the abridged shout outs this time around, folks. . . there were so many of you blessed people!
SparksdaNewsie- Oh, jeeze, I'm flattered and impressed! I would've quit after 15 minutes of reading me! Thanks so much, and keep up with the ramblings!
Doll Face- ah yes, I always appreciated good vocab use. Heck, if you thought that was sad. .. maybe this is a bad chapter to read. Ah well, read it anyways, I want your reviews. I'm just greedy like that. So Enjoy, ol' buddy!
Morning Dew- You're back! Yeah, I was startin' to miss you. Oh, oh jeeze, thanks so much! You rock beyond the telling of it, I swear. Oh yes, and awesome job on your new story, I loved it and one day I'll get around to reviewing. Here ya go!
Omniscient- *claps hands gleefully* an omnireview! An OMNIREVIEW! The best kind. Oh, I'm glad you think so, sometimes it's hard for me to tell if it's funny or . . . well, not funny. So this is a very good thing. Yes, that WOULD have been a sight to see. Ahh, bliss. Yes more wacky foreshadowing, I'm just a foreshadowing fool. Enjoy your dinner, and REVIEW!
Shortie- yes, yes, another chapter, be it a good thing or a bad thing. Oh, I live for reviews from my idolee! Oh, *wince* testing, yes that's a bugger. Oh, I love Race n Ruby, I really do. And I'm so tempted to listen to you when you beg me not to kill em. Sigh. Hehe, what are blueballs? It sounds funny. Well ofcourse she has a crush,who doesn't? *winks suggestively at a very disturbed little Race!muse* kill Lady? Well, she gets better, for a little while anyways, so I'll stick her out. Ok, I'll update if you do, and yes, give Baron a bitch-slap for me, will ya?
Misprint - missy, hmm a ferry ey ? the stories you tell. . . oh ofcourse, I mean who wouldn't withhold clothing. I'm with holding Race!muse's clothing right now, but that's a story for another day. Oh , little bugger, he stole them back. Drats. Oh, yes you vancouverites, lucky people. I'm embarassed, but it took me a while to remember where that was. Ahh well, thanks fr the adulation, now go update!
Rumor- yeah, I know what you mean, I read the script a few times, and I started getting all the ironies and perverted little jokes and the relationship stuff. .. my god the relationship stuff. It's a good read, Shakespeare. Oh, thank! Yes, I love that look. ..ah that's the part, right there! Thanks for the awesome review, keep em up! They're inspiring!
Jo- Oh, gosh jo, this is so the sweetest review I've ever read! I LOVLE you muchly! Oh, thankyou so much, I don't deserve it. And now I can't see the computer screen over my rapidly inflating ego.. This means so much to me, keep reading! *hug*
Deejay Supastar- oh, yes, an update. As in yesterday. I'm glad ya like it, keep reading!
Falco Conlon- Falco, you are THE most random reviewer I've ever met, and I luv ya for it! Ps thanks for feeding race!muse, he was getting hungry!
Oh yes, WARNING: there is one naughty word, but it was nessesary. Oh the horror. Just avert your eyes if it offends you.
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"Lady, slow down! What's dis all about?" Ruby clutched the blanket tighter as she stumbled down the staircase, her arm grasped tightly in Lady's picturesque hand. Huffing and puffing, she was glad for the rest as the girl ground to a stop, turning towards her with a self-satisfied grin.
"It's good news, Ruby!" She paused, noticing as Ruby's eyes flickered once again towards the rooftop. "Whatsa matta?"
"Hmm? Nothin, why?" Ruby forced a grin that melted as Lady awkwardly patted her shoulder. Odd, Lady wasn't usually this perseptive.
"I know, it's Baron, aint it. Youse still upset about dat hole t'ing, aint you?" The young girl shrugged, afraid to give herself away again. "Eh, we can't do nothin' for poor ol' Baron, all we can do is make da best of da situation, right?" Ruby tensed, sencing a train wreck coming. "It's a shame, an' whats worse is dat bum Racetrack's still alive an' kicken."
"Oh, right. I'd . . .I'd love ta get him alone in a room fah twen'y minutes. I tell ya dere's a few things I'd like ta do to him." Lady nodded, oblivious, and lurched forwards down the staircase once more, dragging Ruby behind her.
"Exactly. But you know what dey say, about silver linings an such."
"No, what do dey say?"
After a moment of careful consideration, not an easy thing for Lady to manage, she shrugged. "I dunno, dey say somethin'. But dat aint da point. Da point is, youse real lucky ta have a good friend like Spot ta look aftah you."
Ruby frowned, puzzled by the turn in conversation. "Yeah, Spot knows I love im. He's like me big brudder. But what's dat got ta do wid it?"
Once more, Lady stopped and turned mid step, flashing a radiant grin. "It's all settled. Dis Thursday, we's meetin' Frenchy at da church, ta get you hitched!"
"HITCHED!" Lady's jaw dropped at Ruby's crestfallen shriek. "I swear ta Gawd, I AINT getting' hitched!"
"But. . .b-but why?" She spluttered, stripped of her normal grace and composure.
"I. . .I just don't wanna. An if I did, it'd sooner be Racetrack den Frenchy!" Lady shook her head disparingly.
"Fine, tell it ta Spot. Bettah you den me, dat's all I gotta say."
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He was drunk. It was obvious by the sour stench of his breath, the way he swayed in place, the shift of his cobalt-gray eyes. It was obvious, but then again, it wasn't unusual. Spot was a fan of the bottle; this was common knowledge.
"'eya Ruby, hows it rollin?" he slurred. This WAS unusual - Spot was usually a very subtle drunk. 'He must be more smashed then normal', she reflected.
"It's goin' ok, Spot." Ruby tried staring him in the eye, which was difficult because he didn't seem to be focusing well, so as not to betray her nervousness. Spot wouldn't be that upset, she reasoned. She'd just explain calmly, before he heard of her decision from anyone else.
"She don't wanna marry Frenchy, Spot. I tried ta talk her inta it, but she jus' won't listen." Lady blurted to Ruby's dismay. Alright, onto plan B.
"She. . .she don't wanna marry 'im?" Ruby shuddered at the deathly calm in Spot's voice as he turned his gaze to her. "You don't want Frenchy? What he aint good enough fah you?"
"Spot. . .dat aint it. . ." she floundered as he approached her, growing more enraged with every staggered step.
"So yoah too good fah Frenchy. Does dat mean yoah too good fah any newsie? Too good fah me?"
"No - " grasping Ruby's thin shoulders, he slammed her into the unforgiving wall, bellowing as he head smacked against the bricks with a painful thud.
"Spot. . .are you crazy or somethin'?" Lady stepped forward in a rare show of protectiveness, egged on by a hovering Nanny, and tugged roughly at his arm. With out flinching, the drunk Brooklyn leader swatted his girlfriend aside, hardly noticing as she hit the floor.
"Your tellin' me dat me an my friends is too good for da liks a you, you spoiled li'l BRAT!"
"Leaver her alone!" Nanny rushed forwards to peel Spot off of a weeping Ruby. Surprisingly, he let himself be pushed away, though his cold eyes neve left the girl as she cowered besides her friend.
"Fine den." He spat venomously. "Do whatevah da Hell you want. But if you insult my friends, you insult me. So if you t'ink your too good fah Frenchy, den get out." Ruby gazed at him through her tears, shocked. "Get outta Brooklyn. I don't care where you go, or what you eat, or who you fuck. Just don't evah let me see you again." With a last contempuous glare, he turned and stalked out, slamming the door on the three shell- shocked girls behind him.
In the painful silence that followed, Ruby was the first to regain her voice. "Lady . . ." she whimpered, gazing desparately towards the girl in an undignified sprawl on the floor. "Lady, please. Get him ta change his mind. . .please. . ." she trailed off at the hard expression on Lady's reddened race.
"No. I'm outta this." Gathering herself up slowly, Lady regained her feet and limped nonchalantly towards the door. "Find someone else ta fight your battles."
Tearfully, Ruby turned towards her one true friend, and her last hope. "Nanny, what do I do? I don't know what ta do!"
Sighing in her motherly fassion, Nanny caressed the girl soothingly. "Maybe. . . maybe it's all for dah best, sweety." And with that, she followed her idol out of the room, leaving Ruby stunned into silence.
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Oh, dear, that was one unhappy chappy. Well, review anyay, I'm off to eat loads of chocolate.